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Distant Neighbours
In tree lined Clifton's white-washed mansions, in desert Indus town we lived our white-walled separate lives.
Separated by sixty yawning yards, terrifying chasms created by many miles of bitter years.
Across that tragic harvest we reached out; sometimes our minds met and there was friendship.
Now, as you stand poised to shed your outer raiment and make another life, I wonder, will those yawning yards, those terrifying chasms, disappear?
For how much longer must our countries be distant neighbours; as once we were in desert Indus town?
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